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I couldn't bear to open it then and had simply stuffed my phone under my mattress and buried my face into my pillow. After restlessly tossing and turning, at some point sleep came for me and I had escaped from my worries. I was woken by the alarm, the next day. It wasn't a fucking nap, I had hibernated for sixteen damned hours! Worse yet, I felt lethargic and some part of me just wanted to go back to sleep. Still, I had to drag my ass out of bed and get ready for another day. Instead of getting ready I had pulled my phone from the purgatory of my mattress but refused to even glance at the screen. I was so down and out that I had walked out the door in the same clothes I wore yesterday, after all, who the fuck do I have to look good for anyway? I walked down the sidewalk towards the campus, it was a short four-kilometer jaunt to get there. The fresh air was the balm I needed to wake me up and clear up my head, finally rousing fully to the world. Out of causal reflex, I had pulled out my phone to check the time, only to quickly realize my error. There were three more messages from my stalker waiting for me. I stopped dead in my tracks, I could tell they were sending them quicker and I felt my skin break out in goosebumps from not just the realization, but how precise the times were. Each message had come at half the time from the other, the next one I could expect during class. Still, I couldn't look at them, I was just too much of a coward to check and stuffed my phone into my bag. Suddenly my walk was more than brisk, wondering if I was being watched right then, always looking at my surroundings. When I had gotten to school, I felt a small measure of calm there, 12:31 FakeTaxi Hot blonde tourist does xmas anal feeling safe in public. I tried my best to focus on the lectures, though this was more a defensive tactic to keep my mind distracted in my classes. 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It was the next day I didn't even bother to put it back together, there was no point, it was not like someone important was going to call me. I went to college, did my studies and prepped for my tests for the end of the week. What I didn't do was worry about some loser wandering around and snapping stupid pictures to send me. It was kind of funny, ignorance was truly bliss. When got home and saw my phone in shambles, I was struck with an immediate sadness what I had done. I kneeled over it and tenderly put the device back together, all the while cursing myself for taking my frustration out on a device I had usually taken such care of. To my relief, the loading screen blazed to life with color, but my elation turned to dread when the rolling barrage of photos was spooling past the screen. One after another was pushed past as my phone received them and they were places I had been before. I grew nauseous, watching as each photo was of a place closer and closer to where I lived. I could no longer deny it, I was truly being hunted by someone. Another text came while I was looking at the pictures and I had nearly dropped my phone when I saw it was a shot of the front of my college today. My throat was suddenly parched, the blood turned to ice in my veins and it felt like my heart had sunk into the pit of my stomach. While pacing in my bedroom I watched as this person started taking snapshots from the inside of my college. I that moment I had no idea what to do and seriously doubted the cops could be inclined to help someone sending photos to me. Never in my life had I thought I could ever find myself in a situation like this. I didn't sleep at all that Russian tourist gets into the wrong taxi night because my phone kept going off and I couldn't just turn it off then. Still, every vibration was a shock to my system and my heart was sent racing over it. The breasts fell slightly and swung gently as they were freed. 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